My moans along with the water splashing fill the cavernous space as I hold his head where I want him and dig my heels into his muscular ass.
“Right there,” I urge him, needing him to keep the same pace.
I feel like a true cupid with the amount of lust and desire ripping through my veins.
“I’m going to come. You want to feel my cunt milk your cock, don’t you, pet?”
He moans, his hand gripping my ass harder as he fucks into me. His lips leave my nipple for only a moment, just so he can whimper. “Please.”
It wrecks me as he pushes deeper into me, the ring on his cock gliding against my walls as his mouth switches from one breast to another. He sucks hard, making me gasp and causing my orgasm to rip through me.
The sounds in the space are salacious as I fall apart, shuttering against him.
“Please,” he moans again, near desperation.
I ache for his desire for me, and so I show him mercy by grabbing his chin and whispering against his face.
“I want you to come inside of me.”
Gloom doesn’t waste a second. His hips snapping against the water as he pounds into my pussy, filling me with his cum. He nuzzles my neck and chest as he does so, and I hold his head and shoulders as he reaches his release.
We stay like that for a long moment; me holding him against my chest and him holding me against the rock. The water splashes in the background and our hearts are thundering against one another.
“We probably need to get back,” he complains, rubbing the bridge of his nose against my jaw.
“I lost my glasses,” I say, and he finally looks up at my face.
“Give me a sec.”
Gloom pulls out of me, causing us both to wince, before he takes a deep breath and dives beneath the surface. He’s gone a considerable amount of time before finally popping up with my glasses in the air.
“My hero,” I exclaim as he swims over and hands them to me.
We both walk up the makeshift stairs to our discarded clothes. I clearly didn’t think this through. My hair is going to be a fucking disaster and there’s no time to go home and shower, even if we portalled there.
“Are you okay with your friends guessing what we did?” Gloom says as he pulls up his underwear and pants.
“One, I don’t really have any friends and two, if anything, they’ll be jealous.”
He gives me what I could only consider a boyish grin as we finish dressing. My hair is a wet mess, but I don’t give a single fuck as we make our way to the park to help set up.
Of course, the first person we’re greeted by is none other than cupid of the year herself, Love.
“Where the fuc—” she starts and then immediately stops talking as soon as she sees my wet hair.
I’m trying my best to not be rude or curt with her, she’s Gloom’s friend, no matter how much her over enthusiasm for life may be annoying.
“Hey, Love. Where do you need us?” Gloom asks, and Love shifts her gaze between the two of us.
“Um… if you could go make sure the balloons behind the DJ booth are set up?” she says, more of a question than a command.
“Great, thanks,” Gloom says, barely paying her any mind as he holds my hand, and I enjoy that more than I’d like to admit.
Gloom lifts the helium tank with ease as we fill balloons up and tie them onto strings.
“There you two are,” a familiar deep voice says, and we both look up. “Birdie, why the fuck is your hair wet?” he asks, and I push a piece of damp hair from my face.
“Gloom and I went for a little swim,” I say, getting annoyed at tying another fucking balloon knot.
